Double Standards (Part 1)

Vanished

Gone.....just like that. In the blink of an eye. I let her slip right through my fingers. She was so close, I could taste her. Now, I'm back to square one. The search must go on. Everything went down so fast. Laney walked into this death dungeon like a boss. She wasn't the girl I remembered. The girl I brought into my world for my own selfish needs, I tried so hard to shield her from my life. In the end, I corrupted her, but I could also heal her if she'd fucking stop running. I can make her world peaceful again, erase the bad, bring back my annoying, gum popping, bratty, babydoll.

Laney was my normalcy. She taught me how to completely love. Laney gave me the life I craved, the life beyond the mafia. Even knowing that I'm a killer, a crook, feared by many, she would look me in the eye and say "London, your a good person, I  know you, but most importantly, I know your heart".

I blame myself. I was able to control myself when she lived in Alabama and me going back to my life in New York, it was simple. Then she showed up here, in my domain, demanding that I should basically just give her my property. Within twenty-four hours I claimed her. I forced myself upon her in that alley. Laney hasn't left my side since... until now.

Now, my babydoll is running from me, thinking I want her dead. Laney was forced to do things that has forever changed her life. The physical and mental abuse she suffered at that bastards hands, witnessing Aleck's horrific death and being told it was her fault because she didn't know anything. Then be brave enough to pull her escape off.

Hell, Laney even had me believing that she'd turned on me, that she was really in love with Angelo and they was going to enjoy my death. Then she kissed me and slipped the keys to the handcuffs in my mouth. Looking me in the eye, I got a glimpse of my babydoll. Not the heartless creature planning my end. I saw fear for what was going down, and I saw love for me still in her eyes. Obviously, she still loves me, I'm still here aren't I? Laney had the ball in her court, she was in control. If she truly hated me, she wouldn't have slid the key into my mouth to ensure my escape. Laney could have easily turned the gun on me after she blew Angelo's head off, but she didn't. Instead, after killing Angelo she fell apart in front of me. I wanted nothing more than to cradle her in my arms assuring her it's all over, and I had her. Then she saw me trying to free myself from the cuffs and her panic attack went into overload. Laney started to scream no, and accusing me of wanting her dead. Her eyes were wild with fear as she ran from the room.

By the time I was done wrestling with the key and free, she was near the front door. I saw Angelo's men laying dead throughout the house. I found this odd, since my men hadn't arrived yet. Picking up a random gun, I set off into a full fledged run. Laney, must get Laney.

Marcus and Conner was just pulling up as Laney ran out the door. As they got out of the car with guns drawn, I yelled "stop her". Laney turned to look at me over her shoulder and went into a zigzag run, trying to dodge my men from seizing her. Marcus was able to swoop an arm around her waist. Laney fought like a bull, her arms and legs swinging out in all directions. She even managed to clip Marcus in the chin with the back of her head. While his attention was averted to the pain in his chin, Laney sank her teeth into his arm, clamping down like a pit bull. Marcus released her as he grasped her arm. I saw blood seeping through his shirt, she got him good.

Laney seen a opening and darted through it. As her legs brought her closer to the gate, a black suv pulled up. Two Italian men jumped out running to her. Laney didn't seem to fear them, seemed she ran even harder to them. They grabbed her up, placing her body in front of them, which is a sign of protection, and shoveld her into the already moving vehicle.

Quickly we filed into our car in pursuit of Laney. I demanded no shooting to partake. I wasn't about to risk Laney being injured duiring a cross fire. We followed hot on their tails for several miles until reaching the city. Things got hectic once we emerged with the busy traffic. All the ins and outs of switching lanes, twists and turns, and running stop lights, we was trailing behind. Finally we caught a break in the traffic and Conner floored the pedal. We was coming up fast and hard, then poof. Our fucking tire was shot out sending us spinning out of control. The fucker responsible for shooting the tire would die, along with the other two men aiding Laney.